|Music:||Herbert S. Irons|
Words: Isaac Watts Music: "Southwell (Irons)" by Herbert S. Irons How sad our state by nature is! Our sin, how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. But hark! a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred Word; "Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord!" My soul obeys the Almighty's call, And runs to this relief; I would believe Thy promise, Lord; O help my unbelief! To the blest fountain of Thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul From sins of deepest dye. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Into Thy hands I fall; Be Thou my strength and righteousness, My Savior, and my all.
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